You wouldn't know how it feels to be me, how it feels to be worthless, how it feels to be hated, hated by the boys I used to call my best friends, my idols, that now turned their backs on me when they became popular...I'm never good enough...I'll never be...they call it self harm...I call them death scars
When kids are young and full of innocent wonder, they're asked the question that will haunt them far into their adult lives: what do you want to be when you're older? Kyleigh Frost's answer to this very question was that she wanted to be thin. Ever since she could remember, all she wanted to do with her li...
This is a book on sad poems and quotes. I hope you guys enjoy it, please comment and tell me what you think. This is my first time writing. These poems and quotes were made by me and some of the others are not so tell me what you think. Thank you!
Ariadne Gallen was a runner, until a ACL, MCL, and meniscus tear ended her chance of going to the Olympics. Ari's dad has just gotten back from his tour overseas and caught the attention of social services that declared Ari's dad and his long time girlfriend, Allison, unfit to raise her. Ari is sent to live with the m...
Highest Rank #5 in Humour - Skye Einstein isn't your particular girl, even if she's the great grandchild of Albert Einstein. But don't let the last name fool you, she wasn't born with the intelligent nor talent gene so instead Skye possessed the speciality of staring at delicious males and drooling. Skye seems to have...
Completed! This isn't the first time love had a roommate. It's been five years since the death of her parents and 19-year-old Lillian Camel still mourns their loss while battling with mental illness. Cooped up in her aunt's house, she embarks on a one-girl mission to survive university and get her bachelor's degree as...
"Alright. I got this far. What next Mr. Teacher?" He laughs at me. Actually laughs at me! If he thinks that just because his laugh is one of the sexiest sounds ever that he can get away with laughing at me, he is so wrong. My anger is lost the second his fingers start caressing their way up my leg, landing on my...
It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.